Daqin: Zulong Overheard My Rebellion Plan

Wang Ying looked up at Meng Tian, ​​and asked earnestly, "General Meng, is there any help for the five hundred masters of Meng?"

Meng Tian sighed softly: "Now, I can only resign myself to fate."

Wang Ying frowned slightly: "So, it's hopeless?"

Meng Tian's face turned dark.

Don't you know that my son is dead?

Why do you need to make up for this general's heart again!

But Meng Tian still sighed helplessly: "It's really hopeless."

Wang Ying asked sincerely: "Why don't you let me try?"

This battle is related to whether Wang Ying can step down as the minister and take up the post in other places.

So Wang Ying doesn't mind building a good relationship with Meng Tian, ​​who will be the main player in this battle.

With such a life-saving grace, Wang Ying's life will be much more comfortable until the end of this battle.

Moreover, although the status of doctors is very high now, it is only a false name and has nothing to do with the military or politics.

Wang Ying also doesn't need to worry about his reputation in medical skills will affect his overall plan.

Meng Tian looked at Wang Ying in puzzlement: "Wang Jianjun understands medical skills?"

Sun Zhe also looked at Wang Ying suspiciously: "Sun has never heard that Wang Jianjun knows medical skills."

Wang Ying asked back: "If I don't know medical skills, how can I make alcohol?"

"If I don't know medical skills, how can I treat myself this time and struggle back from the death line?"

"It's just that I am self-taught, so my medical skills are completely different from other doctors in Daqin."

Meng Tian's face suddenly revealed.

"What Wang Jianjun said is reasonable."

"That's right, how can a person who can research such a magic drug as alcohol not know 92 skills?"

"Perhaps only a self-taught hero like Wang Jianjun can find another way to solve the problem of carbuncle with alcohol!"

Sun Zhe still shook his head and said: "Wang Jianjun may know some medical skills."

"But with such injuries as the five hundred masters, even if the gods come, it will be difficult to save them."

"Wang Jianjun should give Meng Wubai a good time."

Meng Tian was stabbed in the heart again.

What does it mean to give my son a good time?

This father has not yet made this decision, what qualifications do you have to decide my son's life or death?

But Meng Tian knew that what Sun Zhe said was true.

The current Meng Chongde is indeed hard to save even if the gods come!

Wang Ying smiled: "I am not a god."

"I might be able to save the injury that the gods couldn't save."

"Furthermore......"

Wang Ying looked at Meng Tian and said sincerely, "Take a dead horse as a living horse doctor!"

Meng Tian almost ran away and cursed.

Your son is a dead horse!

Your whole family are dead horses!

But Meng Tian still restrained the anger in his heart, and slammed his hands together: "So, I will trouble Wang Jianjun!"

As Wang Ying said.

Treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!

At this moment, Tie had already run back carrying a pig iron forge.

"My lord, the medical kit is here!"

(ahec) Wang Ying looked happy: "Give me the box, go and heat the water and prepare the linen!"

"Go to the Yingyang caravan to get ten altars of alcohol, hurry up!"

"Obey!"

Tie Dun led away, but Sun Zhe looked at the box curiously.

"Medical kit?"

Hearing the word 'medical', Sun Zhe thought the medical kit was a medicine kit.

But when Wang Ying opened it, Sun Zhe discovered that the iron box contained all kinds of knives!

Sun Zhe looked at Wang Ying more and more puzzled: "Wang Jianjun, is this your medicine box?"

"What about the medicine?"

Wang Ying did not answer Sun Zhe, but looked at Meng Tian.

"General Meng, my medical skills are bloody and cruel, and completely different from common medical skills."

"If General Meng is unwilling, I will not do anything."

"If General Meng agrees, then please don't hinder me later."

Meng Tian said abruptly: "Wang Jianjun can do whatever he wants."

Meng Tian believes that Wang Ying will not harm Meng Chongde.

After all, as Wang Ying's military supervisor, if he really wanted to do bad things, he didn't need to go into battle in person, he just needed to send a few letters to Xianyang.

Wang Ying nodded happily: "Very kind!"

"Iron Cone, you spill alcohol all over this barracks."

"Tie Dun, you come to help the supervisor.

"Obey!"

A jar of alcohol was smashed to pieces, and several guards poured out the alcohol with wooden spoons.

Just in an instant, the camp, which was originally full of blood, became full of alcohol.

It caused the soldiers guarding outside the camp to twitch their noses and even swallow their saliva unconsciously.

After the disinfection in the tent was completed, Meng Chongde was lifted onto the wooden plank by Tie Dun and others, and hemp ropes were tied to his hands and feet, and tied to the wooden posts where he camped.

Trying to raise his head to look at his appearance, Meng Chongde asked in a shy way: "Wang Jianjun, don't you have to do this?"

"It's just a diagnosis and treatment of injuries."

"Why tie the future up?"

Wang Ying smiled warmly: "It will hurt a little later, so I will tie up your hands and feet to prevent you from struggling.

"You must hold back the pain and don't pass out, all this is to save your life!"

Meng Chongde smiled: "It's just a little pain, what is it?"

"Wang Jianjun just let go!"

Wang Ying praised: "What a strong man!"

"Come on, strong man, finish this bowl of Mafeisan!"

He lifted Meng Chongde's head and poured all the freshly fried Mabo into Meng Chongde's head king.

After waiting for a while, Wang Ying gently pressed Meng Chongde's wound.

"Do you feel it?"

Meng Chongde asked puzzledly: "What does it feel like?"

Wang Ying nodded knowingly: "It seems to have worked."

"Iron Cone, Wo"

"Iron Shield, No. 3 Tweezers.

While speaking, Wang Ying stretched out his right hand, and then felt a metal object in his right hand.

As for the iron cone, a cork stick with linen on both sides was placed horizontally in Meng Chongde's mouth, and it was tied around Meng Chongde's head and tied behind his head.

Seeing this, Sun Zhe frowned again and again: "However, this doesn't look like healing an injury!"

Meng Tian also frowned, but still watched patiently.

After receiving the tweezers, Wang Ying used the tweezers to open the wound on Meng Chongde's abdomen.

After observing the section, Wang Ying said softly, "Blade No. 2."

While speaking, Wang Ying already had a gleaming scalpel in his right hand.

"Um?"

Seeing Wang Ying holding tweezers in his left hand and a knife in his right, with cold eyes, Meng Chongde felt a chill in his heart.

Meng Chongde once heard that some Hu people on the grassland would shave the wool off the hind legs of lambs to expose the flesh.

While cutting the lamb's meat with a sharp knife and roasting it on the fire, they listened to the lamentation of the lamb for fun.

Then look at the appearance of his hands and feet tied up, he looks like a lamb with four hooves tied up.

And Wang Ying in front of him is the butcher who is about to slaughter himself!

Now Meng Chongde finally understands deeply what it means to be a man for a sword, and me for a fish!

Ignored Meng Chongde's fear.

After confirming the condition of the wound, Wang Ying raised the knife and cut off a piece of rotten flesh.

"Shhhmm!!!"

Mafeisan has some effects, but it is not as good as the anesthetics of later generations.

The two rows of teeth clenched the cork stick tightly, and Meng Chongde was shaking violently in pain.

Now he just wants to sit up and give Wang Ying a hard punch.

Is this so painful?

This is painful to die!

But no matter how hard Meng Chongde tried, the bound hands and feet could not break free from the shackles of the hemp rope.

Even the cry of pain was suppressed by the cork stick, and there was only a whimper.

"Woo woo woo~"

The iron-blooded and strong man just now has directly turned into a crying little lamb.

Seeing this scene, Sun Zhe's pupils shrank suddenly in horror.

The body rushed forward instinctively, and the mouth screamed in surprise.

"No!"

"stop!"

"You are killing people!".